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Nor had she to strain her thinkin’ muscles much to imagine what Reimu would. Reimu would never stoop to do the heavy lifting herself; Reimu would stand beside the bed – arms folded under that hefty bust – and hurl abuse at her partner for believing even for a moment that he would be presented a free ride to a creampie. Ignoring her own, overflowing arousal; discounting how happily she had been sucking on his dick moments before. Until the straw that broke the donkey’s back. Until he also stood – causing the haughty shrine maiden to back, in fright, up under the nearest wall. And then, with her cute butt pressed against it, she would only stare on with disgust as her partner gripped one of those sleek thighs of hers, hoisted it up, angled the head of his cock at the sopping entrance of her precious place… and pushed it in.
Stuck between the wall and the man’s powerful hips, with nowhere to escape but farther down his shaft, it would be all Reimu could do to grit her teeth and glare… up to the point where the stiff cock bottomed out and her pussy was shuddering in delight around its girth.
Marisa hadn’t to embellish the picture altogether too much, because she had seen Reimu get fucked in precisely that way. That day, the same she had been spying on her best friend marching from house to house, providing “care” for her clients – and, rather markedly, not too long before Reimu would be bent over with her hands on a wall and fucked doggy-style, her shockingly large, teardrop-shaped tits swinging back and forth with every womb-deep thrust. Meanwhile, outside the window, Marisa had been biting the rim of her hiked-up dress – furiously pumping her middle and ring fingers in and out of her own, swollen and needy pussy and dripping sticky girl-lube onto the flowerbed. At once desperate to keep hush and itching to hit her good spots at the same time Reimu had been getting hers, the Ordinary Witch couldn’t quite keep pace with her busty friend – who, going by the ecstatic expression and the drool hanging from a corner of her mouth, had been having way more fun with the man’s arched cock than Marisa could by herself. And so, when Reimu had hung her head, and her thighs had begun to tremble in a muffled, but unmistakeable orgasm, Marisa may only swear – hook her fingers – and start digging their tips into that one, very special area of her then still virgin pussy.
Once Reimu’s client had yanked his waist away from the shrine maiden’s trembling rear, the sight of his hard cock – slathered in precum and Reimu’s juices, plopping out of her best friend’s loose, wet pussy – had brought Marisa over the edge. Collapsing to her knees, caution all but lost in the explosion of bliss from her womanly parts, the Ordinary Witch had gasped and fought to stay quiet while she squirted uncontrollably all over the man’s poor, unoffending flowers. Of the many orgasms she would still enjoy that evening, that one would by need fade quickly – because Reimu had lost no time in shoving her client back onto the bed and forcefully mounting the cock she had so adamantly refused to service not that long before. Marisa would, faced with that circumstance, swallow down her afterglow, prop her chin on the windowsill, and resume to stick her fingers inside herself in voyeuristic glee. A round of passionate, tit-bouncing, come-inside cowgirl sex later – plus a second squirting climax for Marisa – and the shrine maiden would weakly announce the end of pre-paid time. And though a few coaxing words from her client had still seen her consent to give him one more quick, no-nonsense, clean-up blowjob, Reimu would keep to her word – gulp down his load, fix up her clothes, collect her money, and leave – on two rather wobbly legs.
Marisa would wonder later, at no trivial length, what it was that had possessed her to sell her virginity to the same, pushy man. Was it that the knowledge of Reimu happily whoring herself out had cracked the witch’s own moral constraints, and the man had simply been available… Or was it because she had secretly wanted to ride the same cock that had been all the way inside her best friend?
There was a note of confused and seditious homosexuality in it all… even if her first sex had ended up being amazing and almost certain to leave Marisa utterly pregnant, if not for her elixirs.
That, anyhow, was a far-off, month-old cheesecake slice of a worry. More in the immediate, the Ordinary Witch had a beefcake of a boy underneath her, willing to give her restless womanhood a soothing, womb-deep massage. Tarou himself was proving an exceedingly polite therapist – for one who already had his dick inside his patient – merely soaking in the sensation of Marisa’s slick, warm pussy, and gawping at the rise-and-fall motions beneath the witch’s thin, white undershirt. Or, perhaps, following his gaze, not so much the motions, as the two conspicuous peaks visible through the fabric.
A sharp tug, and the three top buttons of the shirt gave way; and Marisa’s humble, unimposing bust was put on full, nude display. Tarou looked on in adolescent fascination as the Ordinary Witch cupped one of her tiny breasts, gathering as much tit-flesh as possible – ahead sliding her fingers up to the stiff, pink nipple, and giving it a small tweak. A clinch of sharp, familiar pleasure wrung the breath out of her chest and vised her pussy around the boy’s hard cock.
There was an old, hopeful anecdote, whispered among girls in town, claiming the smaller a girl’s breasts, the more sensitive they were to touch. Marisa, never having been bigger (or, really, smaller), could attest to a mere half of that story. Without a doubt, her breasts were small – and, without a doubt, they were sensitive. A few minutes’ worth of kneading her puppies and pinching their erect nipples could make Marisa cream herself with no additional titillation – something which a certain town herbalist had been surprised (and not a little gratified) to learn earlier in the week. Whether the same held true for bigger tits, say, Reimu’s… was a matter Marisa wasn’t near gay enough to investigate.
With her hands on her own tingling breasts, the Ordinary Witch grinned up at their silent admirer.
“Mm… See somethin’ you like?”
There was a snap of attention, and a squeezing of covetous fingers around Marisa’s hips. “… Yeah,” Tarou said, very seriously. “Yeah, I do.”
“What’s that, stud?”
“… Your breasts,” gave up the boy. “They’re… Um. They’re small, but—”
“Small, but cute,” finished Marisa. If I had a copper for every time I heard that… “Yes. That’s right. So-o? Want to fuck me while starin’ at my cute little titties?”
Tarou’s answer was a hasty, wordless, wide-eyed nod. The Ordinary Witch smiled, quit fondling her poor excuse of a bust, and snaked her hands up the boy’s broad shoulders. On those, as well as her outspread knees, Marisa slowly, gently levered up her whole petite body – enjoying, and at once regretting, the sensation of Tarou’s cock sliding out and scooping out the gooey contents of her pussy. Once she felt his glans begin to stretch her entrance, about to pop out – and her slight, perky tits were about level with his face – Marisa paused, licked her lips…
… And then dropped her hips back down on his lap.
Tarou’s long, rigid cock speared her squirming pussy with a wet, obscene squelch – its bare head thumping into her cervix with enough force to make Marisa jolt upright. Stifling a delighted squeal, the Ordinary Witch wiggled her hips to rub her sensitive areas on her boy-toy’s stiff, obliging tool. Tarou boasted no such restraint, groaning his pleasure down her chest rather without reservation. Marisa sensed his cock flex between her pussy lips, and utterly failed to resist dragging them one more time up its sloping, lubed-up length. Then, she too released her voice in a gleeful moan when the boy gripped her ass and forced it back down for a smooth, balls-deep insertion. Coconut oil, precum and pussy juice bubbled out between her clinging petals, soaking her repositioned panties and sticking her crotch to Tarou’s. Though her mouth was stuck in an ecstatic, slutty grin, her head was clear enough to move her body in concert once the boy began to slide her back and off of his throbbing erection for another thrust. Marisa leaned back, tweaking her hips – making it an absolute surety that, the next time Tarou rammed it in, the head of his hard cock would poke her G-spot and scrape the vulnerable front wall of her vagina from end to end.
And that was exactly what it did.
Tarou’s glans had no sooner peeked out from between the Ordinary Witch’s swollen labia than the boy reversed his push: sheathing his cock back inside Marisa’s waiting pussy in a single, implacable thrust. His tip, which Marisa had so smartly prepared for, hadn’t as much poked her special place… as it had smashed into it, causing every inch of her feverish walls to clamp lovingly around his shaft. Tarou gasped, swearing under his breath, when their crotches smacked together – burying Marisa’s up to the clitoris in the wiry clump of his pubes. That, earmarks were, was an unacceptable state of things; and, ahead her pussy may fully recover from the savage thrust, the boy was once more hauling it up the slickened length of its new favourite cock. Unable to resist the allure – or, perhaps, because the witch’s vagina was stubbornly holding onto every departing inch – Tarou raised a hand… and then brought it down, sharply, on Marisa’s bubbly rear.
Gravity conspired with surprise, and the sound of her butt being slapped hadn’t quit ringing in her ears when it was joined by that of the same butt smacking into Tarou’s thighs. Marisa hissed with throaty, feminine indulgence as the boy’s manhood slipped balls-deep back inside her perfectly matching hole. Surrender came mushy and sweet, tilting her forward to recline on the boy’s tough, masculine chest. Marisa’s bared nipples scuffed up and down its rough skin when Tarou hoisted her butt up once more, withdrawing two thirds of his slippery erection – before letting Marisa’s pussy drop and eat it back up. This time, his glans and veiny underside rode all along her rear wall – producing an entirely new sensation which left her belly taut with carnal joy.
The Ordinary Witch, throwing caution to the wind, buried her small nose in the boy’s chest, and sucked in a deep lungful of his smell: a heady bouquet of sweat, sex and pure maleness that had her head reeling from the potency – and her horny body yield all over in submission. Gosh, she managed to think, if I could bottle this up, somewise…
That money-winning idea was ejected together with her breath upon Tarou’s next thrust, which saw his cock-head wriggle between and part her squeezing walls at an unexpected, slanting angle. The precocious boy was jostling her hips, bent on leaving no corner of her pussy unexplored. His long fingers dug into the meat of her butt-cheeks: groping, spreading them out, exposing Marisa’s other hole to the room’s tepid air. All the while, his work-hardened arms kept lifting her ass, then lowering it back onto his thick manhood, with little apparent regard for Marisa’s opinion or consent.
Marisa voiced them both: in a low, purring moan which would have told everything, had the boy but paid attention to her upper mouth as well as he did to her lower.
Tarou-boy growled his reply – penetrating her four more wonderful times ahead he threw a leash around his urge to keep fucking the helpless, unresisting witch. Then, and not before, did he allow Marisa the opportunity to speak unhindered… though how unhindered was a matter for debate when his stiff cock was sheathed to the hilt in her trembling pussy, and his hands were locking her hips in a hold which the dainty witch would need to fight very hard to escape. If she could escape at all.
The thought made her thrill up to the roots of her hair.
Marisa, tittering, craned her head and gave the boy a mocking look. “… Soo forceful,” she teased. “Where’d y’get off to treatin’ a girl like that, Tarou boy? Slidin’ her up and down your cock like she’s some kind of toy…”
“… Sorry,” murmured the boy. “Was that… er, not good?”
“You kiddin’? It was the best,” purred Marisa. “When y’moved me by yourself like that? I loved that. Many girls would never tell ya, but… Gettin’ taken by force – and by a stud like you, no less? That’s the sorta fantasy keeps us awake at night.”
“You too, miss Marisa?”
“Mmmhm,” cooed the witch. “Clever boy. Yup. Can’t count the evenin’s I’d waste sticking my fingers inside myself, thinking ‘bout a cake like you just… bargin’ into my home, shoving me up against a wall, pullin’ down my bloomers and screwin’ me from behind ‘til my legs give out and he has to truss me up. No talk, no nonsense. Just meetin’ and humpin’, like animals in the wild. Speeeaking of—” Marisa freed one of the boy’s shoulders to trace a finger in a circle around his left nipple. It was as stiff from arousal as both her own. “… Weren’t you? Going to fuck me like that Tengu bitch?”
Tarou spat a brief, derisive laugh. “I was,” he assured her. “I was, miss Marisa. Only then, when you showed me your breasts… well, was plain you needed that treatment right away.”
As if, you lil’ perv, Marisa thought. “Mm, yeah,” she granted out loud. “It was really gettin’ worse by the minute.”
“Is it better now?” asked Tarou… and began to pull up her hips.
The Ordinary Witch had but to peek up and into the boy’s eyes to see the newly forged confidence behind them. And then, with another, insidious thrill, she knew what kind of surprise lay in store for her slowly emptying pussy. So, she bit back her reply – until at least half of Tarou’s sizeable manhood had worked its way past her hugging, greedy labia.
“Mm, well,” she started answering, “it’s slightly bettnnghhfffuck!”
And the answer flew away when Tarou drove her back down, cramming her pussy full of hard cock once again. Marisa hadn’t quit gasping and squirming ahead the boy’s hands wrapped around her ass-cheeks and ground her waist harder into his. There was an eager, happy throb, which Marisa soon shared, when his glans began to rub up against the entrance of her womb. Tarou’s fingers clutched her butt – nudging it back and forth, left and right, causing his entire length to shift and touch all the different areas of her vagina. Marisa melted into his arms, her breath shallow – soft, girly moans squeezing out of her throat whenever the boy’s sturdy cock kissed a better spot than most. And then – a louder, more mature one when Tarou drew her up for another thrust.
“Nhhgoodnesss,” Marisa whined as he slowly sank his hard-on inside her. “Why are you… Why so good at this, Tarou-boy? You’re just a boy!”
Tarou waited for his cock-head to be firmly pressed against the witch’s cervix before admitting, “… I may have lied.”
“Nnh. Mm… Where’d that be?”
“Well. That Tengu lady?” he wheezed. “She, um… She may have given me pointers.”
Marisa giggled. “You two lovers or somethin’? You fuck on the regular?”
Tarou’s reply was an unthinking snigger. “I wi— er, I mean,” he corrected himself, “um, no. She really did do kidnap me. Once I was out of my clothes, though – turned out, she could be a lot nicer. Maybe needed reassurance, is all.”
“Or a nice, young cock up her cunt, hmm?”
“… Yeah,” admitted the boy. “Yeah. After I put it inside her, she got really… um, sweet. A—As sweet as a youkai can be, anyhow. Got all… kissy and stuff.”
“Want me to be sweet on you, Tarou-boy?”
Shinnying up on her knees, her bare nipples scraping up the boy’s chest, with sinuous, seductive grace, Marisa levelled her face with his. Tarou’s cock slipped free of her warm womanhood, prompting a twitch of disappointment from both its owner and its receiver. An outpour of coconut oil, precum and vaginal fluid opened in its wake. It sloshed down on Tarou’s standing length like a copious, syrupy female orgasm. The strapping young man hadn’t fully worked his mouth open to grouse when the Ordinary Witch sealed it under her own. Tarou startled – squeezed her butt – and then, with enthusiasm becoming his age, he began to kiss back. He proved an apt kisser for said age: clumsy, much too eager, and a complete stranger to moderation – sucking on Marisa’s small tongue like a lollipop one moment, only to stuff his own entirely into her mouth in the next. Almost, and he would have reminded her of someone else, not too long ago. Answering youth with mature restraint, Marisa coddled the pushy tongue with her soft lips: gently fellating the root with tiny back-and-forth motions while it discovered what a witch’s mouth tasted like inside. Not kava and cock, this time – to the boy’s likely relief.
There was a grunt of straining patience, and a distinct sensation of one of the boy’s hands disengaging from Marisa’s firm buttocks. There was a thrill of anticipation when she felt him align himself with her entrance and his tip spread apart her dripping petals. Tarou retracted his tongue, swallowing, and then pressed his lips flat against the witch’s in what seemed a rather innocent sort of kiss, for what was happening below. Smooth as nothing, the top half of his erection sank between her yielding walls at the merest onset of pressure from his other hand. Tarou kept the kiss going, leaning forward, bending the petite witch backwards, as their groins slid closer and closer together. Marisa squeaked, eyes rolling back in their sockets, as the boy’s hard penis was returned fully where it belonged. None too soon, she was being kissed both above and below – Tarou’s tongue busying her mouth, while her squirming pussy was filled top to bottom by his thick, manly tool.
That alone, however, could never satisfy her. Yearning to be fucked – really fucked – again, the witch bucked her wide, feminine hips. Uselessly. The angle of the penetration, as well as the position in which Tarou cradled her slight body, arrested any and all attempts to move. Marisa’s hips were smushed against his – trapping her hot, discontent pussy around his still erection. And though the feeling of impotence – of being small, sexy and powerless to prevent the boy from doing her as he very well liked – was a potent tonic, it was the pure, base need to slake her female instincts and get pregnant already which overrode lengthier, more erotic scenarios.
“Nnm. Nhh. Tarou—” the witch moaned around the young man’s tongue. “Tarooou~”
Tarou, at once confirming with a grunt that he’d heard and too horny to stop so soon, continued kissing her for a long moment before pulling away – and swallowing their combined spit. “Hff. Nngh… Miss— Miss Marisa?”
The Ordinary Witch trembled at the heat and the aroused timbre of the boy’s voice. She gazed up into his eyes – wide, misty, hooked on the sensations she was selling to him in lieu of traditional after-youkai care. It made her feel immoral to her core. It made her feel like the naughtiest girl in Gensokyo. It made her want to atone in any way she might – preferably, by bearing his children. “Mnrr, Tarooou~” she moaned; “I’ll be your lover. ‘Kay? I’ll be a good girlfriend – promise. Till the end of the month, we can fuck wherever, whenever. I’ll come by at dawn an’ polish off your morning wood. Y’can stay over at my house; I’ll cook for us, and you can use me anyhow. Sex, blowjobs, handjobs, with my thighs and feet, indoors or outside… I’ll let you screw me in any position, any fashion y’like. Want me to?”
Inside her belly, all the way from her tight pussy lips to her fertile womb, Tarou’s stiff cock stiffened even harder at the promise of the cute, blond witch – Marisa Kirisame, the second-most notorious youkai hunter in Gensokyo, – serving four weeks as his personal fuck-maid. Speechless to begin with – then downright raring – Tarou wheezed his, rather predictable, reply.
“… Yeah,” he rasped. “Yes – please.”
Marisa’s chest was a-tingle with excitement as she answered. “Then—” she told him, “Then, one condition. Hear me, Tarou-boy? Jus’ one thing.”
“Cum inside me all ten times,” demanded the witch. “Ahead your parents come home an’ chew us out. Stuff me full, and I’m yours.”
Tarou’s fingers closed jealously around her ripe butt-cheeks. At the same time, his forehead wrinkled with consternation. “Um,” he managed to sound serious, “I… I don’t reckon that’s doable, miss Marisa.”
“Could you not try?”
“Oh, I will,” the boy guaranteed. “Only, I don’t reckon I can reach ten.”
Marisa, murmuring, trailed a hand down the muscular arch of the boy’s back, down to his own, athletic rear – where she mirrored his perverted gesture. “… Six?” she proposed.
“It’s not really a matter of haggling.”
“Then what of, boy?”
“Uh. Only human… miss.”
A feather made of annoyance tickled up the inside of Marisa’s trembling, needy body. “Oh yeah?” she challenged. “A human who’s screwed a Tengu, if I recall. Without lying, stud – how many loads did you pump into the bitch, really? ‘Fore she let you tuck up your pants and go home?”
Such a direct line of questioning had never occurred in the young man’s trench-like worldview. From shock, through shame, Tarou’s expression at last settled into a nice, if poorly managed, look of contrition. “… Two,” he surrendered. “It was two. I did her once, came inside how she wanted, asked if I may leave, but… then, she knocked me flat on my behind and started licking me clean. ‘Time she was done, I… er, I was right back up. So, she got on top of me, and we went second round. Talked me all the way through, too – how to hit her good places, how to last longer… O—Once she did cum, though,” he insisted, “she really did conk out. Must’ve been way overtime. Afterwise, I, uh… I got myself off, pulled up my pants and scarpered. For real.”
I’ve not asked for a recap, thought Marisa. “… Two,” she said aloud. “Two times – for me to be your girlfriend? You drive a hard bargain, Tarou-boy.”
“Were you to be,” suggested the boy, “I could do it many, many more times. That’s a good trade, innit?”
“That’s for later,” argued Marisa. “And now? I told you, boy, I need it now. That place, where your damn cock’s rubbin’ up to? It’s going witchin’ wild. If I’ve to go home today without gettin’ pumped full, I’ll go nutty. I’m goin’ slightly, already. Get it, Tarou-boy? I. Need. Thisss.”
Contrition shifted into concern as the boy grappled with his newly-realised circumstance. “… Th—Then,” he offered, the responsibility for Marisa’s mental well-being weighty in his voice, “may we do it like I did with the Tengu lady? I’ll do you now, you can get me up again with your mouth afterwise, and we can see how many rounds I’ll go. And if my parents interrupt, I, er… I may know where to find a hay loft.”
Against all her earlier words, the prospect of taking Tarou’s spent, drug-smeared cock into her mouth and nursing it back to full mast before mounting it again crushed out all denying words. All which Marisa’s thin, suddenly wet lips may shape in response was a hoarse, eager, “Nnfffuck yes~ Let’s do that, let’s, let’s—”
“All right,” agreed Tarou…